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"And what about now? Do you want to surrender to me? Be with me? Live our fantasy?"
"Yesss," I hissed with my whimper for him to let me touch my core again. The flood inside felt new because Tim never worked me up with foreplay before sticking himself right into me.
"Then stand up and remove your shorts. I want you to walk over to my chair and lift your leg on the arm for me to see that pretty pussy between your legs."
A bout a nervousness found me, but I knew better than to wait. I needed to cum soon, and I just told him I wanted this. Closing my eyes, I stood and slipped out of my wet bottoms.
"Bring those to me as well," he ordered.
Opening my eyes again, I picked up my discarded shorts and panties. My hand shook as I grasped them, but I knew better than to deny his wants or he'd do the same to me. Tepidly, I made my way over to his location, handing over my bottoms. He dropped the shorts but raised the crotch of the panties to his nose, inhaling me like a drug. His intoxication captured me as I gazed down at him. His fierce regard consumed my soul. With my panties to his nose and his eyes on me, I felt my cunt begin to throb for more. In one moment with this man, he'd set the bar higher than anyone else I'd been with.
Taking my silk panties, he wrapped an end around his fist and the other around his shaft. Slowly pulling the soft fabric, he let me see how he planned to finish. "Now that I have your scent in my nostrils, you're going to give me a show. Touch yourself for me to see, Sunshine. Let me hurt from what I cannot have yet."
Being in shape did little to help me now because I felt like a baby fawn lifting my leg up. Once I got it on the arm of the chair, I had one hand pull up on my crotch to lift the skin to give him a better view of what sat between my folds. My other hand easily slipped in.
Taking over my clit again, I let Draven see how wet he made me with his words. I touched myself with his gaze never deterring from the spot. He relished and growled often, working his fist harder with my underwear getting him off. Unable to look away, my hand began swirling to match his pace. Like an unsaid command, I couldn't help but instinctively join his jerking. It also made me feel like we weren't doing solo sessions.
"I'm going to watch how your pussy opens and trembles when you cum, Sunshine. I'm going to enjoy every agonizing moment of this, wishing it was my cock buried inside your tight hole, so I’m giving you permission to cum on my face." The ferocity and passion made that a promise with truth behind it. He wanted me just as desperately as I wanted him.
Tipping over, that's all it took to cause me to meet my end. His words were too much, and I had edged myself already when he made me stop before. A gush of fluid slipped from my pussy as the milking rocked me to my core. I felt the nerves rush through me, even to the tips of my toes.
"Fuuuck..." At his mutter, I looked down and saw how my squirt got his face and neck area. Never in my life did I leak this much, but I'd never been this aroused.
His hand quickly reached for a tissue beside him on the end table where his drink sat. Placing it over his tip, he bucked against it, meeting his own climax after witnessing mine. Nothing had ever made me feel so powerful in my life. I loved every minute of it. I loved every minute, realizing I belonged to him.
"You are pure perfection, Sunshine. Better than my imagination could ever forge."
He breathed before cleaning himself up more. Setting the spent tissue on the table, he then gathered me in his arms to cradle against his chest. Never in my life had I been snuggled so sincerely after sex. Rubbing my back as I nestled into him, he never stopped doting on me, placing small kisses to the top of my head. He listened to what I said about my fantasy and the aftercare I desired.
Placing his lips next to my ear, he pecked me there before speaking. "That is how you pleasure a woman with only words, Sunshine."
And my memory served, recalling the day he said that to me during our session. If a man can’t make you cum with just the sound of his intoxicated voice—drunk off watching you—he’s too inexperienced to be touching a woman as perfect as you.
"Good girl."
forty-one
Millie
"Hey," I announced myself to Kasey as she lounged by the pool in the backyard. The area had been manicured to perfection with the long lawn before the woods along the edge. I never knew they could have shrubbery here, but Draven told me they preserved to a small section of it. Clearly, I'd avoid wandering that far out from fear of what might be lurking just beyond the tree line.
Leisurely dragging her sunglasses down her nose, she gave a saucy once-over. "Someone has a certain glow."
Reddening, I couldn't believe she already knew when I literally had just showered after Draven visited me in the library. Part of me still tried to recall how I let it escalate, but it had been the hungry look in his eyes. Draven entered as though I had been his all along. There was something about his primal behavior toward possessing me that triggered my senses into yearning for him to prove it.
And he did. The man played God better than the man upstairs. He commanded me, tempted me, consumed me, and he didn't even touch me. Lost in thought, I came back to see Kasey giving me her knowing stare. As a sex worker, she knew the tells more than I could attempt to lie. "Is it that obvious?"
"Sweetie, you're literally skipping my way with a smile beaming brighter than the sun." She set her magazine down to study my freshly clean form in a simple sundress. With a unpretentious shrug, I could tell she'd been up to no good. "It might've come to my attention when he was freaking out about you not wanting to be here, so I told him to fuck the fear out of you."
"You what?" I hiccupped.
"The correct word you're looking for is, thank you." Crossing her feet in red stilettos, I noticed her lipstick matched. Kasey had been living in luxury, embracing what being a mob boss's wife would be like as I hunkered into a corner and escaped in books. Part of me began to feel bad. "You're welcome."
Crossing my arms, I sometimes couldn’t believe how careless she could be. "You know I only sleep with people who are committed. How could you throw him at me? What if I wasn't ready?"
"But you were," she challenged me to deny it. Lighting up a cigarette, she inhaled a strong string of smoke before slowly releasing it. "Mills, since that man has come into your life, you've been secretly pining for him. Don't even try to deny it. By doing so, you're just hurting all the parties involved. Live for once, you beautiful bitch. Let them riddle you in orgasms as you nap like you haven't been able to but dreamed about. Fuck, we had to dream about having a nap before coming here!"
Laughing in disbelief, she had a point. "We really didn't get a nap."
